The Maiden Hind chords by Gordon Bok

Intro:
F#7   A

Verse:

    Bm            F#
The mother to her son did say


G           F#m
In the greenwood


    E7               A
The little hind thou shalt not slay

     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

        Bm                E
You may slay the hart and shoot the doe


D           C#m
In the greenwood


        Bm               A
But the little hind thou must let go


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

    Bm            F#
Sir Peter rode in greenwood bound


G           F#m
In the greenwood


        E7                   A
And the little hind played before his hound


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

    Bm                      E
The little hind sported its feet before


D           C#m
In the greenwood


       Bm                      A
And he thought on his mother's words no more


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

   Bm                        F#
He spanned his crossbow with hand and knee


G           F#m
In the greenwood


       E7              A
And he shot the hind beside a tree


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

    Bm                  E
His gloves from off his hands he drew


D           C#m
In the greenwood


   Bm                A
To flay the hind without ado


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

    Bm                 F#
Her neck he flayed and shining there


G           F#m
In the greenwood


E7               A
Was his sister's golden hair


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

Bm                  E
He has found in her bosom cold


D           C#m
In the greenwood


    Bm              A
His little sister's rings of gold


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

Bm               F#
In her side with sore affright


G           F#m
In the greenwood


E7               A
He has found her hands so white


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

    Bm                   E
His hunting-knife to the ground he threw


D           C#m
In the greenwood


    Bm              A
Now has my mother's tale come true!


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

Bm                F#
Cold on the river falleth the rime


G           F#m
In the greenwood


        E7                       A
There's luck for the lad who can take it in time


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold


Verse:

Bm                   E
Far the crane flieth up in the sky


D           C#m
In the greenwood


Bm                     A
Lucky the lad who from trouble can fly!


     D                 A
That bears the band of gold